But, aunt——
LADY WARGRAVE.
Silence! You said just now, you hoped that you would never break my heart. Well, Gerald, you have broken it. A Cazenove!
[Exit, door in flat. Margery takes up the cushion, and is about to follow.
GERALD.
Put that thing down. [She puts it down.] You are mine now; not hers.
MARGERY.
Yes, Mr. Gerald.
GERALD [sits, drawing her to him].
For better, for worse, Margery.